Kael watched the video a third time.
Every tone. Every breath.
It was undeniable: that voice was his.
But older. Wearier. More... haunted.
---
He decided to trace the origin of the file.
Within the system's code, he discovered something startling —
The file hadn't come from outside.
It had manifested inside Comandos Base.
From a frequency not listed in LIGA's system.
As if time itself had left it behind.
---
That afternoon, Kael visited the Central Core.
He simulated routine maintenance and accessed LIGA's internal logs.
What he found left him in silence:
LIGA had already detected the message.
But didn't block it.
Didn't erase it.
Just… observed.
There were encrypted notes left by Mister:
> "Signal arrived. Confirmed: Kael pattern.
Still not intervening. Observing.
Priority: stabilize before he discovers the other voices."
Kael closed the file.
Trust had been severed.
---
That very night, something shifted inside the Pedra Portal's core.
Without manual activation, a rift emerged.
It was unlike any portal opening he had seen:
shimmering, unstable, audible.
Voices passed through it —
voices that seemed to come from different times.
He heard fragmented phrases:
— "…we're already in your past…"
— "…not all are of the Pedra…"
— "…this is no longer just about time…"
---
Kael activated the sensors. The rift ignored them.
He tried to shut it down. Nothing.
Then he heard it —
his own voice again.
Not from the recording.
But a live response, coming from within the rift.
— Kael…
This isn't the first time I've tried to reach you.
Kael stepped closer.
But the rift shimmered, pulsed…
and vanished.
---
Nothing was resolved.
But now he knew:
Time was speaking.
And LIGA was listening in silence.
---
The answer would not come yet.
But it would come.